The ugly girl's nirvana, the disabled prince's love

Shen Yiran fell heavily on the white bluestone in the yard, and instantly felt a piercing pain spreading. She was unable to move for a moment, and secretly cried out in fear that her spine had been shattered.

Yun'er, who was guarding in the yard, was so frightened by this scene that her legs were shaking.

"Miss, Miss, are you okay?" Her legs were trembling so badly that Yun'er could only crawl towards her master.

"Yun'er, don't move me, let me slow down."

Shen Yiran finally let out a sigh of relief, and at the same time cursed Ren Jingzhi in her heart that he would not die a good death. If she had the chance, she would get back the injury she suffered today a hundredfold.

After lying down for about half a cup of tea, Shen Yiran tried to move his body slightly and found that he could still move.

"Yun'er, help me to the side yard."

"Yes, ma'am."

Receiving the order, Yun'er carefully helped her master up, and the master and servant slowly walked towards the side yard.

Huaxiyuan is located to the east of the Prime Minister's Mansion. Shen Yiran observed the courtyard with the help of a faint light. The wall was two meters high, giving people a suffocating feeling under the cover of darkness.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning streaked across the night sky, followed by raindrops as big as beans falling down. An autumn wind blew over, and the old locust tree made a rough rustling sound as it could not bear the heavy burden.

"Miss." Yun'er held her master's hand tightly.

"Don't be afraid!" Shen Yiran patted the little girl's hand to comfort her.

She was calm. She had seen many scenes like this in her previous life. They often carried out missions on such nights.

However, at this moment, thinking about the deaths of the previous princes' consorts who were married for good fortune, my already aching back felt a chill.

As soon as they arrived at the side yard, the doors and windows were crackling in the strong wind. Before they could open the door, it was blown open with a creaking sound by the strong wind.

"Miss...I'm afraid..."

"Don't be afraid. Come, let's light the candles."

With the help of the lightning, Shen Yiran found the tinder on the table near the door. She handed the tinder to Yun'er, who took it tremblingly, blew gently, and lit the candle.

With two loud "bang-bang" sounds, the storm outside the house became more violent.

"Yun'er, go and close the doors and windows." Shen Yiran tried her best to use her body to block the violent wind to prevent the candle in front of her chest from being blown out.

After the doors and windows were closed, the master and servant finally relaxed a little.

At this time, Shen Yiran found that her back didn't hurt as much, but her arms were burning with pain.

Oh, now I remember, when she was knocked flying by that lunatic Ren Jingzhi, she twisted her body slightly, and after falling to the ground, her arms were under the heavy force, otherwise her waist would have been broken.

Damn it, if the original owner wasn’t so weak, that palm strike from the crazy prince would have been child’s play for her.

Shen Yiran looked around the room. Apart from the bed, there was only a broken table and a few stools. At this moment, the bronze mirror on the table just reflected her face.

Ghost! Just as she was about to scream, she suddenly realized that it was her own face, or to be more precise, the face of the original owner.

Even though she was a doctor and had seen countless injured people, the original owner's appearance still frightened her a little.

The tumor on his face had turned purple, which is called advanced cancer in modern times and is incurable.

Fortunately, her family has been practicing medicine for generations, and she learned Western medicine in the army. With the combination of Chinese and Western medicine, there should be no problem in detoxifying the poison, it just takes some time.

After a whole day of hard work, not only was my whole body aching, I was also extremely hungry.

The most urgent task was to treat the wound first. Shen Yiran used his mind to summon a medicine box from space and placed it on the table. Yun'er closed the doors and windows and was surprised to see the medicine box on the table.

"Miss...where did you get this?"

"I put it in my bag when I got married."

Instantly, Yun'er's tears fell down. Her poor young lady even brought a medicine box with her when she got married. She must have known that this marriage was not a good match and that she would suffer a lot.

"Yun'er, stop crying. Come and help me apply the medicine."

Shen Yiran took out the necessary medicines and taught Yuner how to use them one by one.

Yun'er helped Shen Yiran crawl onto the bed. When she undressed her master, she saw the wound on her back and her eyes were filled with tears again.

"The prince is so cruel that he hurt the young lady so badly."

"It's okay, this is just a skin injury. Just apply the medicine as I taught you, and it will heal in a few days."

"Yes, miss!"

Yun'er carefully picked up the cotton swab and began to clean the wound. After about a cup of tea, the wound was finally cleaned.

Shen Yiran threw the medicine box into the space while Yun'er was not paying attention. This girl is easy to fool. If seen by someone with ulterior motives, they will definitely regard her as a monster, and she will die faster.

At this time, her stomach began to growl again. Judging from the current situation, the Prime Minister's Mansion would not give them food. Shen Yiran moved her mind and entered the space.

The row of shelves near the window of the infirmary was filled with all kinds of snacks and fast foods. At this moment, she was very glad that she was a foodie, otherwise she would have starved to death tonight.

I originally wanted to take two boxes of self-heating rice, but was afraid that Yun'er would be suspicious, so I ended up taking two bottles of eight-treasure porridge, a box of red dates and yam eight-treasure cake, and two bottles of Coke.

"Yun'er, go to the table and get some food."

When Yun'er saw the food, her eyes widened into almonds.

"Miss, where did you get these foods?"

"It's on the table."

“But I didn’t see it just now.”

"You were nervous then and didn't pay attention."

Shen Yiran lied without blushing or beating her heart, but Yun'er was so foolish that she really doubted herself.

Yun'er picked up the eight-treasure porridge, looked at this novel food, fiddled with it for a long time before finally unscrewing the plastic lid. Then she looked at her young lady, who had already started eating.

"Miss, how did you open it?" she asked with a red face.

Shen Yiran then remembered that he was so hungry that he was busy eating and forgot that it was Yun'er's first time to have Eight Treasure Porridge.

She took the Eight Treasure Porridge from Yun'er's hand, put her index finger on the pull ring and pulled it to open it, then took the spoon from the plastic lid and handed it to Yun'er.

After watching all this, Yun'er began to doubt her own young lady. Since she was brought back home, she has been quiet. In the whole month of being in the mansion, she has not talked as much as she did today.

"These things are so delicious." Yun'er is also a foodie. In front of these novel foods, she had already thrown away any doubts she had about the young lady.

After the master and servant had eaten, they began to regain their senses. The previous panic came back again, and there was still a thunderstorm outside the window.

Yun'er is afraid of ghosts, and Shen Yiran is afraid of people, because people are much scarier than ghosts.

Shen Yiran was exhausted after a day of hard work. She felt that if she didn't rest, she would die suddenly if she wasn't beaten to death by that madman Ren Jingzhi.

Her back was injured, so she could only crawl to sleep. Fortunately, the bed was soft, the bedding was new, and it exuded a faint fragrance.

This can be considered as a great treatment for her as the Crown Prince's consort who came to marry for good luck.

"Yun'er, don't stand, come and sleep with me."

"Miss, I dare not. You sleep and I will stay by your side." Yun'er said this, but her legs were shaking like a sieve.

Shen Yiran is a modern person and has no concept of master-servant. Looking at her trembling legs, how could he bear to let her stand all night.

"Stop talking nonsense and come up quickly. I'm very sleepy." Shen Yiran ordered.

"Yes, miss." Yun'er got on the bed tremblingly and lay down.

Thinking of the deaths of the previous five princes' consorts, Yun'er curled up in fear in the quilt. With the comfort of her master, she fell into a light sleep after a while.

After Shen Yiran made sure Yun'er fell asleep, she slipped into the space. Although her body was still in pain, it was much better than before. She had to thank modern Western medicine for its anti-inflammatory and analgesic effects. Otherwise, with her injury, she would not be able to get out of bed.

She walked towards the intensive care unit while sighing. Several hours had passed and she was a little worried about the man in black.

According to the monitoring of the equipment, everything was normal, so she felt relieved. In order to help him recover soon, she gave him nutrient solution and cephalosporin.

After doing all this, she wanted to have a good sleep on the big bed in the space, but she was worried that Yun'er would be scared when she woke up and couldn't see her, so she had to slip out of the space again and crawl to sleep obediently.

Having experienced too many things in one day, Shen Yiran wanted to sort out his thoughts so that he could deal with them tomorrow, but his energy was exhausted and his eyelids closed heavily.

On the other side, in the main courtyard of Huaxiyuan, Ren Jingzhi was locked up with iron chains. Every time the poison took effect, he would lock himself up before losing control in order not to hurt innocent people.

When I met Shen Yiran just now, he was in the process of being poisoned. If he hadn't knocked her away with a palm, he would have killed her after losing control.

Ren Jingzhi looked at the lightning and thunder outside, which was even more violent than the thunderbolts in midsummer. The strong wind whistled and raged, as if to bury and wash away all the sins.

Tonight, will his sixth concubine who was married to the prince die? Will his palm kill her? If she died, was it him who beat her to death or was she poisoned by her family? What was he expecting? Was he hoping that she would not die, so that he would have hope of survival?